Fool," said my muse to me. "Look in thy heart and write.

There is nothing evil but what is within us; the rest is either natural or accidental.

Who doth desire that chaste his wife should be, first be he true, for truth doth truth deserve.

A noble heart, like the sun, showeth its greatest countenance in its lowest estate.

It is no less vain to wish death than it is cowardly to fear it.

The lightsome countenance of a friend giveth such an inward decking to the house where it lodgeth, as proudest palaces have cause to envy the gilding.

The first mark of valor is defence.